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I am not sure if this story belongs under this category since it doesn't involve nudity, but I think this is the most appropriate place. Last week I went to visit the guy I am dating, Adam. We were hanging out alone at his parent's house (they were out) and we decided to order pizza. While waiting for the pizza we started to fool around a little bit in his living room, and I ended up giving him a blowjob. I was really getting into it (Adam's always into it!) when the doorbell rang. I immediately stopped and pulled my face away. At that same moment Adam ejaculated unexpectedly. After the first "shot" hit me on the side of my cheek, I turned my head so as not to get hit with any more. The rest of his cum landed in my hair and a little got on my t-shirt. We both started laughing and realized that one of us had to get the door. Since Adam had no pants or boxers on and I was fully dressed he told me go and pay for the pizza.

"I can't go to the door like this!" I said laughing. "Sure you can, I certainly can't go like this," he said as he pointed down at his still hard dick and naked legs. I knew he had a point and started to quickly wipe my face against my sleeve to clean off. The doorbell rang again and without thinking, I grabbed the money off of the coffee table and ran to the door. When I opened it I immediately realized I hadn't cleaned off fully and I still had a stream of cum on my face and lots in my hair.

The pizza guy was about 20 years old and gave me a weird but excited look when he saw me open the door. Feeling a drop of cum slide down my cheek, I quickly wiped my face against my shoulder again. "Uh, sorry" I said, "I was sort of in the middle of something."

"It looks like you finished to me," he replied with a devilish smile. I took the pizza, paid him and gave him a five dollar tip and closed the door as quickly as I could. I ran back over to Adam and saw him laughing hysterically. "That was not funny!" I yelled, but I started laughing too. "I kinda liked that," he said. "We should do that again sometime!" We laughed about it some more and I went to fully clean up.

"Your total is eleven thirty-thr...," the indifferent feminine voice halted for a moment while she regained her composure. After a few seconds, she continued, "never mind."

The momentary surprise on her ugly face was nothing compared to the shame evident on mine. Working the late night had turned into one this drive through attendant would never forget. Guaranteed! To her credit, she handled the whole thing extremely well, really. Much better than I would have, had I been in her situation.

With a smile suddenly appearing onto her homely brown face, she leaned out the drive through window and looked across from me, nude, now at a solid half mast and rising, toward my companion who...ahem...had her hands full. I noticed, distractedly, that her name, 'Shaniqua,' was smudged on her name tag.

I should explain how I ended up here in a late night fast-food restaurant at midnight bare-butt-assed naked. Good for me there was no one out this time of night, 11:53 to be exact. You see, it all started with a game of poker and a few cases of beer. I never wanted to play with these women, but there actually was NOTHING on TV. Not a movie, not even a game worth a damn on the tube, unless women's golf highlights count. (I'll pass on that game, thank you very much). And I had been watching SportsCenter for the past hour and even for me a sports fan, you can't talk about steroids in sports all of the time.

I've tried and experienced most things sexual at one time or other in my life; Gang bangs, group sex, mutual masturbation, bondage, lesbianism (I like that!), oral sex, anal sex, hand jobs, foot jobs and a myriad of other forms of eroticism. But there's one thing that will brighten my day. One thing that, at the merest mention, will send a tingle down my spine, dampen my pussy and harden my nipples: Exhibitionism

I believe that Exhibitionism is an art form and something that one is born to enjoy; whether you like to display yourself or watch someone else display. The woman who will crudely spread her legs on a bus or in a cafe and display her pussy to any passing stranger is no better, in my humble opinion, than the man in the park who will open his coat and reveal his privates to anyone who happens to be there - The difference between exhibitionism and flashing is usually a world apart. However, for the true exhibitionist, this crude form of flashing is sometimes a starting point for their interest to manifest and grow.

I was in my teens when I saw my first flasher. Usually this term is applied to "dirty old men", but this one happened to be a woman. She wasn't old or ugly, she was dressed in a sort of business suit with a short skirt. I guessed she must have been in her late thirties with blonde hair. Sat at a pavement cafe in a quiet part of town she looked to all the world the archetypal business woman. As I walked past her I looked and smiled. She returned the exchange, but held my eyes for much longer than I thought necessary. As she stared at me she slowly began to uncross her long legs.

Knowing that the videocam was still running and that anyone could click to view it, Gina had left the door to the bathroom wide open. She had just logged off from her live journal where she had been trying to type in her daily thoughts. Her mind had drifted back to the surprise Tom had given her a few nights before. Gina could still recall the night with vivid clarity and thinking about it still made her wet. With a sigh she had given up her daily writing and decided it was time for a bath.

She watched herself in the mirror as she slowly rid herself of her clothing. She knew that if any of her regular online chat buddies were to log in they would click the cam, expecting to see her sitting at her desk. What a surprise they would have!

Gina turned and bent over the tub, turning on the water and adjusting it then putting in the stopper. She turned back to the mirror, admiring the soft curve of her breasts as she reached up to put her hair into the sexy little messy bun that Tom liked so much.

As she stood gazing at her body she could again feel the rough touch of the lady officer who had first "man handled" her then fucked her with her billy club. She could see her nipples begin to harden at the mere memory.

Gina smiled as she turned back toward the tub, stepping over the side. She lowered herself into the steamy water, gasping at the feel of the heat on her flesh. Laying back she stretched out her long legs, resting her feet on the wall at the end of the tub.

It had been a very long and hot day, but 4th of July usually is, isn't it? After all the hot dogs, burgers, potato salad, and chips, there is the eventual cool down that accompanies the fireworks. There is the sense of excitement as you sit on your blanket waiting for the sun to finally go down. You have to first make it through the attack of the june bugs. Then it is finally dark enough that you can hardly see the people on the blanket next to you. That moment, right there has always been the most erotic time for me.

This year, I finally have my Tin Man to spend the 4th of July with. We have spent the day visiting with family. Throughout the day I have been showing Jeff exactly what he wanted. I had on a blue and white striped tank top that showed off my 38D breasts. My red shorts had also kept him captivated as well. They are very form fitting and highlighted my ass, especially since I wasn't wearing any panties. All day I would catch his eye in the crowd of our family and friends and smile, running my hand down my waist and over my hip, resulting in a blush from Jeff. I would also grab some whipped cream on my finger, get his attention, and then slowly slide my finger into my mouth, sucking it all off and then taking my finger out of my mouth and flicking my tongue back and forth across my finger. Again more blushes. At one point in the day I was looking for Jeff for another round of teasing when I felt your hand slide down my back and over my ass. I leaned back into your body and felt your cock hard against my back.

Then I kiss your lips. We get lost in the kiss like we always do until finally one of my brothers bumps into us and tells us to get a room. As the day goes on I continue to flirt with you and many more times we kiss. Your sweet, succulent lips covering mine and a beautiful dance of love. Your hand also finds its' way to cup my ass each time we kiss.

When a male exhibitionist is “at work” he gets hot and horny causing the pre-cum to start flowing, so it is best to wear black. Pre-cum is too obvious when wearing light colored jeans. I bought a pair of black, lightweight jeans. Which I took to a local cleaning and tailoring shop to be cut down to a 4-inch inseam.

(My cock is about six inches when flaccid, so if you do this, test first. You may want a shorter or longer inseam.)

It was near closing time when I picked up the altered jeans, there were no other customers in the store. The tailor and her assistant were standing around smoking and talking. I asked if I could try them on. I was directed to the dressing room. One wall of the store was all mirrors. When I stepped into the dressing room I noticed the two women could see me in the mirror if I left the door open. So, I "absentmindedly" left the door open.

I removed my jeans and slowly put on the shorts. I could here the women whispering and giggling. I removed the shorts and took my time putting my jeans back on. When I returned to the counter to pay for the work, both women were standing there with big smiles on their faces. They didn’t make any comments as I paid and left.

We were bored this particular weekend and decided to go to the $1.00 matinee on a Sunday afternoon. We sat on the very back row so we could kiss and cuddle.

I said, "Baby, I need to run to the ladies room."

You said, "Don't be long!" and I excused myself.

When I came back I kissed you, a very long deep wet kiss and started running my tongue on the outside of your lips.

I pulled away and stuck two of my fingers in your mouth...you instantly tasted my pussy, smiled that Cheshire grin and moaned.

You said, "You just did that to drive me insane, didn't you my little minx?"

You moaned more and licked all of the juice off of my fingers one at a time, which just made my pussy hotter...throbbing more, begging for you inside me.

We looked around and realized we were the only people in the theater so I slipped over and straddled your lap while I kissed you and ran the tip of my tongue very slowly in certain places all over your face, in your ears, down your neck...I opened your shirt then started to suck on your nipples. I slid my hand down and felt...you were so hard I could feel your heartbeat pulsating; I could tell you were aching with every beat.

I slowly slid down in-between your legs and knelt on the floor. As I unzipped your pants you watched me with that look on your face that I love to see...a small grin and flushed with pleasure.

It was an October evening when Joyce and her husband came to visit us. We had contacted them via an advertisement in a magazine. I forget what the advert said but we had replied in the vein that we were looking for friends who could enjoy themselves in a sexy way without resorting to swapping partners.

We didn't know what to expect from them but we were hoping for some sexy fun and games. For the evening I wore a very loosely crotcheted dress which, although it covered me from neck to knee, hid absolutely nothing of my body at all, because of course I wore nothing under it. My nipples were poking through the large holes and the swollen lips of my freshly shaven pussy were clearly visible.

When she arrived Joyce was wearing a short black wrap-around dress, stockings and suspenders and as we were soon to find out she wore nothing else, just like me she did not wear either knickers or a bra she was almost naked.

After the introductions and serving drinks we all sat down wondering what to do next as we hadn`t been in this situation before and neither, so they said, had they. We got out our many photo albums which showed Chris and I naked or revealingly dressed, well me really Chris is usually behind the camera. We talked about our likes, dislikes and experiences. We told them that we were able to go naked at any time in our back garden and with caution, in the front, as well as out in the lane but naturally less cautiously in the dark.

I was recently sent on a business seminar with another guy I work with named Roy. They sent us to some national park for this meeting. It was out in the middle of nowhere. There wasn't but one restaurant, no bars, malls not anything.

The first couple of nights were torture, so I called home and ask Joy to come up and visit. She said she would and when I told Roy he seemed exited, he had met Joy once before at a Christmas party. Roy had a room next to mine and we had been playing Poker and drinking each night, so when Joy showed up it was no difference. Joy looked great as usual, she had her long dark hair down and had on this little sun dress with some sort of flower print on it. I Like that dress cause rarely does she wear panties with it. I was more than disappointed when I hugged her hello only to feel that not only did she had she wore panties, but a bra as well.

I introduced her to Roy again and she said she remembered him. We chit chatted about how bad the food sucked in the State Park restaurant and how bored we were. Roy ask if she would like to play poker, but Joy politely declined. That's when I started to get this wicked Idea. Roy continue to talk and flirt with Joy as we played hand after hand, until finally I said I was out of money. Roy laughed and said "Well that's my cue to leave." Joy and I both insisted he stay. I said, "How about we continue to play and since I don't have any more cash we can play for Joys clothes." Roy chuckled, not realizing I was serious. Before he could even comment with some smart ass remark, I had started dealing.

I lost the hand of course, so I turned to Joy who was sitting on the edge of the bed by our table, and said fork something over. Roy said "She doesn't have to do that," but Joy said "No I don't mind, I think its kind of fun." Boy, if you could have seen the smile came across Roy's face, he looked like the Grinch or something. Joy slipped off her sandal and said "This is yours now" as she laid it on top of Roy's winnings.

The pink neon sign glowed in the darkness just off the interstate. In tall letters, it said: "Porn Palace." I'd always wondered what was inside.

It was a vinyl-sided building about the size of a fast food restaurant. As many as ten cars were parked in the gravel lot at the strangest hours. A couple of tractor-trailers would be around back where the light barely reached. I never saw anybody coming or going, even though street lamps kept the parking lot well lit.

Porn Palace was less than two miles from my house, so I had to pass it just about every time I headed toward the city. But I never did stop. Sure, I was curious. But it looked so seedy, maybe even a little dangerous. I'm no prude, but going to a place called Porn Palace was just a little too much for me.

I'll never forget the night I changed my mind. Shortly before sophomore year, I was at a house party when my friend, Ted, told me about the job he worked when he was away at college.

"I'm a jizz-mopper at a porn shop – a place called Big Richard's Pleasure Emporium," he yelled over a thumping bass drum.

I have worked for four years at my job, and without revealing too much, let's just say the dress code is casual. Almost every employee wears jeans and tees to work with uniform shirts/coats to wear over them. Jill came to work at our business every summer since she was the ripe young age of 16. When I first met her, she was a cute young 18 year old girl with long curly blonde hair and an infectious smile. She wasn't a drop dead gorgeous girl, but compared to the other older women that I worked with, she was the best piece of eye candy in the office. Every summer, she would come to work for us while she was on her college break, and every year, you could see her getting cuter and cuter.

Last summer, Jill graduated college and came to work for us full time. Now by this time in her life, she was no longer just another cute face, she was a 22 year old woman. However, she still had the 18 year old innocence that she had always had. We would always joke with her and sometimes the discussions got a little dirty, but never graphic. She would just shake her head and start to blush.

I had graciously volunteered to take her under my wing and help her get more accustomed to the new responsibilities she would have as a full time employee. The more I worked with her, the more infatuated I became with her. Until one day, she sent me over the edge. At the end of each day, we take off our uniform tops, which are usually just over our tee shirts, and leave them for the wash. I happened to be walking out to the break room to take my top off and stumbled across Jill in the middle of taking hers off. I didn't get a very good look at the whole package, but believe me, what I saw sent a charge into my jeans.

My name is Jessica, but most people call me Jesse. I am 28 years old, 5'4", natural blonde, blue eyes, 115lbs and am in good shape. I am single, never married and I work as a computer programmer for a company. On occasion I travel out of town to conventions or workshops, as my field is one continuous learning experience.

I had met Tony at a convention I had gone to for work. He was staying at the same hotel as I was, but he was not involved in the convention. Having dinner alone in the hotel restaurant, I was surprised when this handsome man approached me and asked if he could join me for dinner. He was 6'2", dark black wavy hair, gorgeous eyes and sexy smile. He was extremely muscular and I could tell he worked out a lot. I immediately jumped at the chance to have him join me, not liking to have dinner alone and being instantly attractive to him.

As we had dinner and talked, I learned that he was 38 years old and had been married, but had been divorced for over 8 years. He was a free-lance photographer who took pictures of places all over, advertising for tourists to visit. He told me of some of the wonderful places he had been too and I was fascinated by his stories.

After dinner, he asked if I wanted to see some of the pictures he had taken and going to his room, we spent hours just looking through his pictures and talking. I felt so comfortable around him and he was such a gentleman and so very interesting. As it got late and I had an early flight back in the morning, we exchanged addresses and promised to keep in touch. Before I left his room, he kissed me gently on the lips.

"I couldn't resist. I hope that was okay. "He said rather shyly.

"Not at all. You are very sweet. I only wish I didn't have to leave so we could get to know each other better. "I said, smiling. I kissed him again, this time our tongues mixing. Then, as much as I didn't want to, I returned to my room.

My family and I live in a nice little three bedroom house, built during our town's post-WWII housing boom. Long before Karen and I bought it the basement was finished off as a separate apartment, so we rent it out.

If you've ever owned a rental property you already know that it's bad enough to have a deadbeat tenant at all, much less one living right under your own ass -- but in our case it's worse. He's my wife's nephew. All baggy jeans and no respect, thumping crap rap up through our floor at all hours while months behind on his rent. We would have evicted him long ago, but about then he moved his girlfriend Jenny in to help with the rent. We liked her well enough, to the extent that we knew her at all, so Karen and I decided to give it another try. This was maybe a year and a half ago. The rent situation improved somewhat after that, but never to our total satisfaction -- it was still behind by a few months, but they stayed steadily so and Jenny gave sincere promises to catch up.

Jenny probably does not turn the head of every male she passes, but I'm sure it's a high percentage. She's twenty now, with chestnut hair to the middle of her back, a very cute upturned nose and smoldering brown eyes that could melt butter from ten feet away. She's been with the deadbeat since they were fourteen, and she's blossomed quite nicely... in fact, Jenny is one reason that tight jeans coming back into style has been a very good thing. In other words, she's plenty hot -- much more so than your average twenty-year-old woman. But Natalie Portman, for example, wouldn't lose any sleep over her.

Linda wasn't usually this impatient, but then again her type A personality husband Paul wasn't usually this slow and dawdling. She could pretty much count on him like clockwork. Up at six am dressed by 6:30 and out the door at five to seven on the nose. He was home, everyday of the work week by six fifteen on the dot.

But today of all days, here he was at almost eight still hanging around, drinking coffee and talking on his cel phone. Finally he grabbed his jacket, kissed her in passing, and ran out the door to the beep of someone's car horn.

Linda practically flew up the stairs to her workout room and began her daily exercise. In spite of her late start she was in the shower by nine and she carefully shaved her legs, her private parts, and her armpits. Blow drying her hair only took a few minutes and even less time to apply some artfully done makeup to her eyes and lips.

Then just before putting on her new super small, super thin, white thong bikini, she carefully oiled her entire body. She paused on the way out of her bedroom to look at herself in the full length mirror.

Linda stood five foot seven inches in her bare feet but with the high heeled sandals she was wearing, she stood a majestic five ten. Her tan built carefully over the entire summer showed the tan lines where this new bikini covered so much less skin especially on her breasts and pussy. The oil glowed against her skin and her well proportioned and highly sculptured body showed the effects of her daily exercise routine. She turned to see how her pert and rounded behind looked and was amazed at how little the string of the thong covered.

When she awoke that morning, there he was – as close and as real as the sun shining in the bedroom window – penetrating every thought. She got up – reluctantly… made the bed with a new handmade cotton quilt – ivory with a beautiful garden of circles filled with purple violets, blue morning glories, and yellow roses. She reached across to the corner chair, found his white t-shirt and held it against her face… breathing in deeply as if that alone would make him appear – closing her eyes, she could almost feel him.

Sighing, she tossed the shirt inside a drawer, and went about doing chores around the house… later, in the afternoon shade, she sat outside on the porch, watching dozens of birds at feeders placed in the yard. Wild flowers sprinkled the mountain, a scenic view between trees and shrubs, and she noticed several colorful butterflies freely circling the yellow jasmine wrapped around their balcony. The beauty and peace of it all was breathtaking.

The exact reason she visualized this place: the perfect escape from reality.

The house was built of cedar, the hues of raw wood blending into the land and nature around it. Windows were placed abundantly throughout – imposing glass panels that brought the mountain life almost completely inside. A simple kitchen provided essentials for cooking, and an intimate living area consisted of a custom deer hide sofa, a large tree trunk supporting beveled glass as a coffee table, one 30’s style floor lamp, a gray stone fireplace… and a very expensive stereo system.

Lying back onto the bed, a huge bath towel covering and protecting the bed linen, I reached for my razor and shaving gel. I had a bowl of water on the night stand ready to rinse the blade when and as often as needed. Closing my eyes, I sprayed the gel onto my mons, the coolness making me smile. Parting my legs, I began to smooth the gel over my pubic area, right down to my arse, loving the way the gel almost fizzed into foam. The razor poised, I held my skin taut and started to slowly trace the razor from my arse right to the top of my pubic bone, long slow, firm strokes of the razor gliding over the lips of my cunt, not missing one single hair.

After rinsing the foam away, I applied a handful of moisturiser to the smooth skin, my fingers revelling in the softness, the surface like satin to the touch. Shaking my head, I sat up, and swung my legs off the bed before going over to my dressing table. I winked at myself with a mischievous grin spreading my mouth wide. I was so excited, so full of thoughts about what I had planned for the night.

I applied the smallest amount of make up possible, glad for my excellent complexion, a flick of mascara, a dab of blusher, and a hint of lipstick. Slipping into my strappy, black high heels, I admired my outfit…slipped my coat on, grabbed my hand bag and headed for the door.

I held my breath as I sat and waited, my eyes nervously glancing up whenever anyone entered the door. Finally he walked in, his eyes scanned the room for an empty table and he walked over to it.

I project that you might have already discovered -or explored your own beautiful sensitive connectedness to one of nature's most magnificent creatures. I sense that you have the easy and confident way of moving and being in your body -- that I have seen in my trainers and friends that have horses.

My best girlfriend in Idaho, Pam - who I always wanted to make love with -- though never did -- sold me her favorite mare "Call Me Macho," a retired quarter race horse. Pam had that easy comfortable way of being in her strong and sensuous body too. The mare, a full 16 hands of beauty and power -- a perfect reflection of Pam, turned her affection deeply onto me as my riding horse, my barrel racer my show horse and my brood mare. She "threw" the grandest colts and was a natural mother.... I loved watching each new foul suckle her generous milk filled teats.

As a riding horse - I loved the feel of her under my ass -- the warmth of her bare back - the strength as we climbed mountain trails. I was secure with her and her incredible power - yeah quarter horses - they can go from a dead stop and move in a moment into a full out gallop - enough to jolt you off and onto the ground it you're not paying attention. Yes, it did happen to me - fortunately landing on some well ploughed fallow farm ground - with enough natural cushion to allow a minimum of pain and a maximum of awe and self humor over my own lack of mastery as a rider.

One of my favorite times on horse back was in upper state New York. I was visiting an estate of an eccentric couple - she was into meditation and yoga and raising prize peonies, he was into raising Arabians and filming soft porn fantasy erotica - using the members of the commune from the adjacent estate as members of the cast.

Yes it is true that after 8 years of marriage you have to start getting a bit creative in bed to keep things "fresh". You see my wife, Jenny, is a great lover, but recently she has started wanting it less and less. She says that the kids ware her down during the day and she just doesn't have the energy. I can understand that, but at the same time there are days when I just must take care of myself or I feel like I could explode.

To cope with her lack of desire I have begun taping erotic shows on tv and if she is not in the mood, well, I can always flip on the TV. A couple weeks ago I turned on a show and it was already part of the way through. I had not remembered watching this one so I thought that she must have watched. This intrigued me and so I asked her and she said that she does not watch that smut. So I dropped it. Then, last week it happened again and this time I was positive that I did not watch it.

And then I had an idea: A horrible, awful, perfect idea. Last year I had purchased a small camera to have for when we have babysitters and we have used it on occasion, but lately it has just been to big of a hassle. However, I thought that it would be perfect to see what she was up to while I was at work. So I spent quite a bit of time setting it up so that it could not be seen. And as I left for work the next day, I turned on the cam.

She signaled her interest by looking at me just a fraction longer than necessary. I looked away and then back again to see if she'd returned her gaze. She hadn't but, inching back even further on her high bar stool, recrossed her legs, letting her little dress ride slightly higher on her thighs. The music was loud and she gently swayed from side to side.

She looked in her mid 20's, very long dark hair, possibly Greek or Italian. She dressed to show off her body, that was for sure. From my vantage point, it was impossible to see whether she was wearing a bra, but I guessed so because the tight, striped fabric of her dress pushed her breasts way out in front of her and held them up effortlessly.

I looked up slightly and saw, again, that she met my eye, albeit briefly before looking down towards the hem of her dress. The fingers of her left hand started playing with the thin fabric, stretching it up and out from her thigh. Then her hand stopped, her palm flat on her upper thigh, her fingers curling in between her legs. She started rhythmically stroking her left thigh, a little smile on her lips as she sipped her drink. When she uncrossed her legs, she left her hand there, her thighs gently together. She leaned to the left and said something to the girl next to her.

"So", I thought, "they're friends. I should have guessed". I'd eyed her earlier, but it was clear the friend already was with a guy. When my girl spoke, her friend turned to face her, with her back to me, but kept her arms around the neck of a tall long-haired guy in jeans and a white T-shirt. He seemed as impressively built as the girl, who was wearing a skirt so low-slung I was amazed I couldn't see the top of her butt. His hand was caressing the small of her back and when he went lower, she wiggled her butt provocatively. For a moment, I was totally distracted.

Sharon and I sat quietly as the preacher spoke somberly, telling the story of how Ginger, our next door neighbor had passed.

Henry and Ginger has been good friends and neighbors for close to a dozen years, we had many long chats over the back fence. It was fun to try and one up each other to have the greenest and cleanest lawns, the nicest flowers.

Ginger spent a lot of time out in the yard, at 65 she had snow white hair and well tanned skin from days in the Sun. She often wore halter tops and shorts that showed off how well she kept her body in shape, she really did look pretty good for an older lady.

Ginger and Sharon had one of those May and December friendships, Sharon was barely 33 at the time and Ginger was three decades older. They were almost inseperable.

Henry and I got along well, too, we spent many hours sipping drinks and watching our gals tease us, they both got a kick out of it.

I often noticed that Henry would be checking Ginger out, and also checking out my Sharon as they worked outside. Sharon had nice round breasts and a firm body too. At just 33, she was still snug. One thing Sharon loved to do was dress a bit on the naughty side when we went out, much to my delight. More than one hapless male got a good look at the tops of her well tanned breasts, and her dresses were short enough that she could easily offer up a peek at her thin panties, and even on a few rare situation the panties were missing.

Things like that yanked my chain pretty good, Sharon knew darned good and well it got me hot and she nearly always took advantage of that as soon as we got home.

Several years ago my best friend was getting married and I was invited on her hen weekend to Budapest. There were only five of us who could afford to go. The bride to be, three other girls and me, a single guy in my mid twenties. We had the standard hen party matching uniform. The girls had tried very hard and managed to convince me to wear similar to them. Black knee high boots, tiny gold hot pants and black t-shirts with the tour on, and our nicknames on the back. Topped off with a pink cowboy hat. I was wearing the same except for the boots. We all had no underwear on under the hotpants, my cock was very visible and girls looked great. I looked very camp. We all agreed what went on tour, stayed on tour. It was peak summer and we sat in various beer gardens, drinking cold beer after beer. A few bars later the girls were looking for men.

We went into a well known bar that advertised a live sex show and watched the usual show for 50 euros each. We were all feeling hot and rather drunk. At the end of the show they announced that there would be some audience participation and asked for some men to volunteer to get oral sex. My best friend and her mates tried to get me volunteer, but I refused. The bar was full of guys, most on stag nights. They got about twenty guys to volunteer. The hosts that we had just watched perform their own sex show get them to line up on the small stage. They were all told to drop the trousers and display their cocks. The girls were screaming, I was in awe at how big some guys were. I could feel my cock dripping, pre-cum. One guy that had a soft penis was sent to sit back down. The hosts then quickly selected the 6 guys with the biggest cocks, and the 6 guys with the smallest. Everybody else was made to go back to sit down. The guys with the big cocks were were taken through a small door and disappeared. The other 6 guys remaining were made to sit down on chairs in front of the stage and told to rub their little dicks to the point of coming but not to come. The host announced their cocks were to small and they were rejects and deserved to be humiliated. The female host then asked for 3 girls to volunteer to perform some oral relief on the lucky six winners.

She sits at the bar alone. Beautifully alone. Her, not her loneliness. A man leaves the seat next to her and I take it, quickly. I don't let too many opportunities pass me by.

Her skin is like butter. Her long, dark, luscious hair falls to the shoulders. It also falls in front of her face, I wonder if even her eyes, so I couldn't see her face very well. I can see part of a dark eyebrow, and an upturned, feisty looking nose.

She seems intent on staring into her drink, I assume to dissuade idle conversation. There is something, something I can't put my finger on, about her. Something indefinable. An impassioned something. Her glass is empty.

Her blouse is buttoned to the neck but I can see enough of her breast through the flimsy material to tell she has no brassier covering her soft and beautiful breasts. She wears a short skirt, which has ridden up her thigh. Her evening slippers look like whore's shoes, 3 inches and almost nothing at all. The seam of her hose, running up the back of her legs is perfect.

"Hello," I say. "Can I buy you a drink?"

She turns her sultry eyes on me, and from this angle I can see both her nude tits and a hint of the red garter that holds up her stockings. Her eyes are glassed and I realized that she was truly impassioned. Lusting.

It amazed me how bright it was out that night, with the sky clear and the moon full. The entire beach, stretched out around a calm crescent-shaped bay, was visible in the moonlight. It was completely deserted except for Lori and me, walking along the beach after dinner.

I felt as if all the cares of the world had just washed away with the gentle waves, quietly lapping at our bare feet as we walked along the Mediterranean shoreline.

This was our second trip to Greece. We fell in love with the Greek Islands on our first. Our week on Rhodes was so relaxing. So easy. We did nothing that week, it seemed, nothing but lay on the beach or around the pool and eat and drink and read and sleep. And make love. Every morning slow and easy and gentle. Every afternoon when we came back from the beach at the hottest part of the day, a long, cool shower and then we'd fall onto the bed, touching, playing, unhurried, nothing we needed to do but please each other until our nap before dinner.

Most nights after dinner and a walk we would spent at the bar around the pool at our hotel. We would then retire to our room and make hot passionate love for the third time in the day.

Lori and I both prefer to wake early and combined with the travel induced jet lag would wake up each morning while the sun was rising over the horizon outside our window. That and the wake up roosters crowing away next door.

Angie is a very attractive woman. She has beautiful fire red hair that is wavy and past her waist. She stands all of 5'2 and weighs 110lbs if that. She has perfect 34 B tits, which at 30 (though she doesn't look a day over 21) still stand just as perky as they were in high school. Her eyes appear to shine with intensity as they take in her surroundings, a magnificent, burning, deep purple. So deep you might vie to make her see you. And oh, when she does peer at you from under those smooth eyelids, giving you her full attention, and her eyes connect with yours, she can make you feel as if you want to look further, to dive deep into those passionate depths. The pools of violet can have you longing to make her smile or laugh, one so as that it will reach those eyes and make them light up and sparkle with happiness.

A small, well-formed nose, high, aristocratic cheekbones lead to that sweet smile. That smile, with full, pouty, deep red lips that rest between two slight dimples, she can make the strongest mans heart flutter like a weak butterfly inside his chest. To watch her seductive lips part in a slight but gentle smile, could melt the iciest of hearts.

Her complexion is flawless, the smoothest, prettiest olive complexion, which was unusual for a red head to not be pale and freckled, and not one freckles dares flaw her perfect little body. Angie could have been a model if she was just taller, but she was happy being short. It got her lots of attention, and that she thrived on. Her body was perfectly proportioned except her butt was a little on the ghetto side. That was okay with her because she received many of compliments on her round behind.

I remember a guy I once went on a date with embarrassingly telling me that he would masturbate daily, as if this was something out of the ordinary and that he had an enormous sex drive. He then asked me if I ever masturbate. He nearly had a heart attack when I told him that I did, most times more than once a day. I don't know why guys think woman are prudes with no sexual appetite. I don't think I am some sort of nymphomaniac, but I do find that I need the release to help me go to sleep and sometimes at the office, after a couple of coffees the caffeine combined with work stress make me as horny as hell. Also, boredom at the office often takes me to that office toilet cubicle where I can get some privacy to indulge in a fantasy or two.

There was one time I remember when I was working as a graduate lawyer in one of the city big law offices. I was working for this gorgeous associate, David. He had a girlfriend so he didn't take notice of me, at least not until I discovered that guys love women who dressed sexy.

I did find myself when getting dressed in the morning selecting the sexier attire I could get away with, considering the formal dressing code. Under a jacket one could still show some cleavage and with a good supportive bra with a lacy blouse one could ensure that enough flesh is exposed to get those lusty looks. On casual Fridays, I would always choose some tight pants, not spandex tights as those were not allowed, but still form fitting pants that would cling to the hips and butt and pull in tightly into my butt crease and encase it like a second skin. I never thought of myself as a slut, but I am sure that other women in the office who did not sport a good figure would jealously call me one.

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